Chapter 139: The Elf Surrenders!

A green light wall that was extremely mellow and full of vitality appeared before the towering tree. A hundred lasers that could be comparable to level 8 single magic hit the green light wall, trembling with it.

Before the green light wall disappeared, there were another hundred lasers comparable to level 8 single-body magic bombarded the green light wall.

Ling Zhan hatched a total of two thousand laser scorpions. These terrifying war weapons continued to fire, and did not stop alternately firing lasers on the green light wall of the Miracle Tree, bombarding the green light wall trembling constantly, which was very beautiful.

In the distance, the three thousand heads had a range of up to twenty miles. The attack power had evolved to the primary level of level 10 and the bone spur insects were distributed on various hills and adjusted their bodies. Three thousand bone spurs shot out and continued to bombard the green light wall, bombarding the green light wall with a concave and concave appearance, which seemed to be about to be bombarded, which made the elves inside extremely frightened.

But the Miracle Light Wall is worthy of the name of a miracle and it was not broken under the uninterrupted attack of the bone spur insect and the laser scorpion.

However, although the miracle light wall is known as the word miracle, it has its limit. When 12,000 heads of the 15,000 skull spur insects hatched by Ling Zhan shot out his bone spurs, the originally mellow and green miracle light wall also became dim under the joint bombardment of the bone spurs and lasers.

You should know that the Death Knights Legion of the God of the Underworld was just a legion consisting of Death Knights with the cultivation of level 8 great sword masters. Their attack power was definitely comparable to the laser that could be comparable to the level 8 single-body attack magic and the bone spur that could be comparable to the level 10 primary attack.

"What should I do? Your Majesty!" In the elf palace, the twelve elve elve elders looked at the throne with anxiety, their faces still pale, and it was obvious that the elf king Atwood who had not yet recovered his energy.

On a piece of magical influence crystal, the extremely terrifying laser light was constantly bombarding the Miracle Light Wall. Although the Miracle Light Wall was not broken, the light dimmed bit by bit. Everyone in this palace knew that it was only a matter of time before the Miracle Light Wall was smashed.

The only way to solve it is to kill the tree of miracles and destroy the laser scorpions hidden behind the vehement insects. However, with the current strength of the elves, this is almost an impossible task.

The current ace of the Elf Clan has almost been destroyed, and the Elf Holy Temple guards, as the backbone, have been resisting the boulder bombs that have been falling in the sky these days, and are already very tired.

The other members of the Elf Clan have been constantly cleaning up the gravel falling from the sky these days, very embarrassed and tired. Dos, among the three level nine strong men in the Elf Clan, has not yet recovered.

Not to mention foreign aids, at this time, in the dense forest of Missily, Ling Zhan's power was getting stronger and stronger day by day. The other two super-level monster families that could fight against Ling Zhan did not dare to have any conflicts with Ling Zhan at all. They were guarding their nests and constantly looking for another way out.

All the conditions are very unfavorable to the elves. The elders of the elves looked at the man on the throne with hope, their king, hoping that he could lead them out of a way of life.

The young and handsome elf king Atwood, who looked so young and handsome, looked at the magic image crystal, played with the Moon God's bow in his hand for a while, and said lightly, "Finally, talk to them. If it doesn't work, then accept their conditions and we surrender!"

As soon as this sentence came out, the elders of the twelve elves could not believe their ears, only Dos looked bitter and thoughtful.

"Your Majesty, surrender? There are still 70,000 warriors in our clan, and we can still fight those hateful monsters!" An elder of the elf clan could hardly believe his ears, and shouted in a very rude manner. He could not imagine that the beautiful and elegant elves with a long history surrendered to the fierce, hideous and arrogant monster lineage.

"Yes, there are still 70,000 warriors in our clan, but do we have a chance of winning? Elder Rooney, how long can the Wall of Miracle last?" Atwood asked an elf elder who had a deep study of the Wall of Miracle.

"If those magic continue to attack at this level, the Wall of Miracle will exhaust the magic power tonight." Rooney said very heavyly.

"Elder Bok, how many people are there in our Elf Church Guardians who can go to the battlefield without resting?" Atwood asked an Elf Clan's Nine-level Sword Saint who commanded the Elf Church Guardians.

"Most of the Elf Holy Tribe guards are already very tired because they resist those huge rocks. There are still two thousand people who can go to the battlefield without rest!" After hesitating for a moment, Bock said slowly. These two thousand people are definitely in the water, and many of them have not fully recovered. There are less than one thousand five hundred Elf Holy Tribe guards who really belong to the new force.

"Dos, how much combat power can you exert now?" Atwood glanced at Dos and continued to ask.

"If I fight for my old bones, I can also exert the strength of a level nine magician!" Dos said firmly at Atwood.

"With this little power, I can never resist the attack of the Warcraft lineage. I am not afraid of death, but behind us, there are other civilians and children! If they do not surrender now, when they break through the Tree of Miracle, what will they do in the future? Will they be sold to the slave market and let others play with it?" Atwood said in a heavy tone.

The twelve elve elders were silent. They were in the dense forest. They still adhered to tradition and maintained their past simplicity, not as ignoring the lives and deaths of civilians as the rulers of humanity.

"But what if we surrender to the lineage of the monster and it insists on selling our children to the slave market?" An elder of the elf clan was silent for a while and said a stern voice.

Beautiful elves are sought after in the slave market, and they know that even if they live in the Missily jungle. A beautiful elves can sell at least 2,000 gold coins in the slave market. They are one of the most popular slaves of human nobles.

"I will negotiate with Ling Zhan, the representative of the Warcraft genealogy. If he insists on selling our children to the slave market, then we will fight to the death! Of course, at the last moment, Rooney will activate the last magic circle of the Tree of Miracle!" Atwood said decisively.

"Yes, your majesty!" Rooney browed and stared at Atwood for a long time before sighing with a heavy and long sigh.

Once the last magic circle of the Miracle Tree is activated, the entire huge Miracle Tree will be destroyed by continuous huge self-destruction magic. It is the last way to die with the enemy. Compared to falling into the hands of humans and becoming a slave who has been humiliated for a lifetime, it is better to choose eternal death. This is the last and most saddest killer weapon of this forest elf.

It was like the most outstanding science fiction blockbuster, with lasers bombarding the green miracle light wall, and Ling Zhan, who was far away in the Dorim Mountains sub-base, enjoyed it with relish, and the miniature reconnaissance insects faithfully recorded this scene.

Because the laser scorpion was too accurate to shoot, it could not show its power when bombarded the green miracle light wall. Ling Zhan thought of it and divided several lasers to strafusely bombarded the earth, directly vaporizing the ground and melting the bottomless holes, showing the terrifying power of the laser scorpion shooting out the laser.

The faces of the elf warrior staring at the battlefield in the Miracle Tree became very ugly. When hit by this laser, even the elf temple guard with level seven swordsman cultivation would be directly vaporized, and he would definitely not be spared.

"His Excellency Ling Zhan, the favored man of the great Twelve Demon Worm Kings, I know you can hear my voice. Please stop attacking for the time being. I hope to talk to you one last time!" Atwood, wearing beautiful and exquisite magic armor and holding the Moon God's bow, came to the edge of the miracle tree and said loudly.

"You have less than a minute. If you can't impress me, then sorry, I won't give you any chance!" As soon as Atwood finished speaking, the laser scorpions that kept shooting lasers stopped attacking in unison.

A level five velocity worm man stepped out from the velocity siege and bravely walked into the range of the elves, looking at Atwood with his head held high for 1 minute. He could not restore much power to the Miracle Tree.

For Atwood, a super expert who can advance to level 11 through artifacts, whether it is the eighth-level velocity worm or the fifth-level velocity worm, it can only be divided into seconds. In terms of cost-effectiveness, it is more cost-effective to have a level 5-level velocity worm. It doesn’t hurt to die.

"Sure enough, the leader of this Warcraft lineage has the ability to transform consciousness between different bodies!" A thought flashed through Atwood's heart.

"Dear Lord Ling Zhan, I just want to ask you one question. If our clan chooses to surrender now, will ordinary elves have the status of civilians as written in the treaty and not be bullied by anyone? If you can swear in the name of the Twelve Demon Worm Kings, then I am willing to let our clan submit to you and commit suicide in front of you. At the same time, my daughter Litisia will seal all the power to serve you in your residence!" Atwood's words caused a great uproar among the warriors of the elves.

"Your Majesty! You can't accept that treaty!"

"Your Majesty! Our elves must not surrender to those wild beasts!"

"Your Majesty! Let's fight!"

"His Majesty!……"

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On the tree of miracle, the young elf warriors were constantly calling for war.
Chapter completed!